Chapter 4: Ninja Academy. The first encounter with the system
A month has passed.
Reiji, like other kids his age, was supposed to start studying at the Ninja Academy. It was mandatory, especially for orphans. Too many children, too little attention. The Academy was not only a school, but also a filter: the weak remained in the shadows, the strong got a chance to be recognized. Or death on the battlefield.
For Reiji, it was a step into a new arena.
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The first day.
The Academy building was large. Stone walls, Konoha's emblem above the entrance, dozens of students laughing and chatting with each other. There was expectation in the air.
Reiji entered the classroom and took a seat in the corner by the window. He looked at the others in silence.
Scanning others…
Level of physical parameters: from 1.2 to 3.5 points.
Chakra level: unstable.
Danger: low.
Your current stats:
Strength: 4.1
Endurance: 4.8
Speed: 3.9
The Chakra: 2.6 (unstable)
— All right, everyone in place! — a man came in with a bandage on his forehead and a folder in his hands. — I am Uchiha Daisuke, your teacher for this year. Here you will learn not only technique, but also discipline.
Next to him was a girl with short brown hair. "This is Hanami. She was an excellent student last year. It will help with adaptation.
Reiji was looking at her. She felt the gaze and frowned slightly.
—Hey, new guy," she whispered softly, coming up later, "if you don't try hard, don't even think about becoming a Shinobi." This is not a shelter. They survive here.
He nodded.
Not because he was afraid. But because I understood: She's right.
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Training time.
—Today is shuriken throwing,— Uchiha Daisuke announced. — Then — running, and basic stretching. Those who are weak go straight home.
Queue after queue of children were throwing shurikens. Someone is crooked, someone somehow.
When it was Reiji's turn, he took three shurikens. His hand was calm.
Template support: Fine motor skills — improved.
Visual focus is active.
Throwing analysis: angle 34°, force 48%, vector is a straight line.
He threw it.
Three strokes. Three hits in the center of the target.
The class fell silent.
Uchiha Daisuke narrowed his eyes. He noted the result, but didn't say anything.
The boy next to him, Inuzuka by last name, snorted:
— Probably an accident. Lucky.
Reiji looked at him, but said nothing.
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After class.
Syncing the template: 13.4%
New abilities:
— Resistance to pain impulses (level 1)
— Rapid recovery after physical exertion (level 1)
He was sitting alone on the roof of the Academy. I looked at the village. I listened to the leaves of the trees rustle.
— Are you getting used to Shinobi life? — A voice came from behind. It was Hanami.
He nodded.
"You're weird." Strong, but cold. Not like ordinary kids.
"I'm not ordinary," he replied simply.
She frowned, but didn't argue.
"Don't slip up, Reiji. At the Academy, everyone plays until they start to fall. And then it's too late.
He was looking at the horizon.
"I'm not playing. I'm surviving."